Well there it is folks. The belly. In all it’s glory. This picture is actually a week old. So imagine, I’m even bigger (hopefully not much) now. It’s come to the point in this pregnancy where I have A pair of pants to wear and a choice of 3 shirts … if I’m lucky. Lucky meaning they’re all washed, and I didn’t shrink them in the process.
I’m thinking Aaron’s wardrobe is looking mighty inviting – he doesn’t quite agree because the belly tends to either stretch or leave an imprint on some clothing, and well … what guy wants a big hoop of fabric at their waist?
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